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Saturday, July 07, 2012

Hi everybody, I’m author, Sherry
Soule—waving from Castro Valley, California, where it can get pretty foggy even
in the summer. And even with the fog burning off by afternoon, I’m lounging at
my deskwith a fan and chatting on Twitter about my love of books.

I just wanted to say thanks for
letting me visit today as part of my epic Moonlight Mayhem Blog. It’s a real honor to be a guest and meet
all you awesome booklovers—like me!

Thus far, my tour has been a blast for me and all the readers that participated.Ifyou haven’t
heard of my blog tour, well, it’s not too late to join the fun!

To
celebrate the release of author, Sherry Soule’s new paranormal novel, MOONLIGHT
MAYHEM, she has graciously offered us a sneak peek at the second book in
this unforgettable young adult series, and a look at thethrilling book trailer.Enjoy!

Watch the 2ndbook trailer in the Epic Spellbound Series!

Special Excerpt taken from MOONLIGHT
MAYHEM

In his soft gaze lingered a
mute invitation. A fervent question. Trent took my hand. Unspoken feelings
tangled as our fingers intertwined. Complicated veil of yearning drifted
between our eyes. My arms encircled his waist. I rested my head against his
chest. Inhaled his scent, a mixture of soap, minty toothpaste, and boy.
Listened to his heartbeat. We exhaled simultaneously and he pressed his face in
my hair. Calming and at the same time-intense.

I clutched at the front of
his shirt and tilted my head. Our lips were a breath apart. My stomach flipped
with anticipation. Our mouths touched lightly, but it quickly turned into a
passionate kiss and we melted together. All thoughts of lycans and death
disappeared. My eyelids fluttered closed. My arms wrapped around his body like
entwining ivy. Clinging and pulling him to me, kissing him with all the
repressed emotions whirling inside me.

Apart from the knee-jerking
kiss, something tangible stirred inside me. It inhabited the center of my
chest, a murmur of power unfurling. It tickled, then pulsed, then burned. The
strange, thrumming energy felt like a bud blossoming into a flower and
stretching toward the sun.

Black magick. My magick. His
magick.

I should have been more
scared and worried. But I wasn’t, although my heart beat too fast. And my voice
had dried up. I forced myself to break the kiss, but didn’t move—because this
is the weird part—I didn’t want him to stop holding me….